Happy

I was sitting in my college biology class today, and I began writing. Earlier this morning I was thinking about what it means to be happy. My friends are telling me to let someone I love go, that I will be happier in the end. But what does it matter if I'm not happy NOW? What happens if I die today or tomorrow or the next day? Then I will never know that happiness of which they speak. I think I would rather be happy now.

What does it mean to be cheerful? I seem to have lost my way. Instead, I find myself fearful That I will waste a precious day.

Does it really matter If I’m happy in the end? Because sometimes in this world Hearts break instead of bend.

Cuts that line my arms Tell a tale of misery. The blade is not what harms; It is the pain inside of me.

When blood runs free And tears won’t stop, I will learn to climb Back to the top.

The wounds will heal; The tears will dry. The pain is real, But it will die.

I think I’d rather be happy now Than wait indefinitely For the Elysium I may never find. I shall live defiantly.

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